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Myrtle
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“Where is the earth? Who is going to do the planting? Certainly not us – too full with drink, eyes clouded in smoke, and heads full of women . . . and our hearts desiring only nonsensical articles from someone else’s factory. . . .”
— Dec 03, 2024 10:11AM
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Myrtle
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Other Versions was sublime. AAA can write about motherhood!
— Dec 05, 2024 09:20AM
Myrtle
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Something to talk about on the way to the funeral was piping, hot tea. I love these lighter reads. I’ll stop rating them individually actually I lied ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
— Dec 05, 2024 09:08AM
Myrtle
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I will give The Late Bud - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5 sooo close to 5 stars. As a fellow labelled as lazy child for wanting to play this was real. AAA does motherhood and parent/child relationships so well. This is definitely one I wish I could continue to follow.
— Dec 05, 2024 02:24AM
Myrtle
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You can’t force a leopard to change its spots, Two Sisters was a lighter, even comedic entry. ⭐️⭐️⭐️
— Dec 05, 2024 01:59AM
Myrtle
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A Gift from Somewhere ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ This was a surprise gem and what a direct contrast to No Sweetness Here. As one child dies unexpectedly, one lives unexpectedly. AAA is masterful, truly. Motherhood is such a prevailing theme that she covers so well.
“He popped it into his mouth and his tongue received the bitter piece of fruit with the eagerness of a lover.”
“He is angry with shame.”
— Dec 04, 2024 03:02PM
“He popped it into his mouth and his tongue received the bitter piece of fruit with the eagerness of a lover.”
“He is angry with shame.”
Myrtle
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“ I saw the highest castles I had built for him come tumbling down, noiselessly and swiftly.”
“When flour is scattered in the sand, who can sift it?
— Dec 04, 2024 02:30PM
“When flour is scattered in the sand, who can sift it?
Myrtle
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No Sweetness Here, drilled two large holes in my heart and tugged at its strings.
Choice quotes: His eyes were of the kind that always remind one of a long dream on a hot afternoon”
“Chicha, our people say a bad marriage kills the soul. Mine is fit for burial.”
— Dec 04, 2024 02:29PM
Choice quotes: His eyes were of the kind that always remind one of a long dream on a hot afternoon”
“Chicha, our people say a bad marriage kills the soul. Mine is fit for burial.”

